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Recipe Of A Hoe (Album Version)

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Guess who? The down ass b***h Boss

Speakin′ on how ya dick'll be getting′ shot clear the f*ck off!

If ya keep talkin' that s**t 'cuz all bitches ain′t hoes

And I′m-a be the one to let ya stray ass know, niggaro

So many bitches ya keep a file on 'em′ state to state d**k

Ya draws got too many motha fuckin' miles on ′em

But then again so many fakin' the f*ck claimin′ they getting' it

But on the real they really ain't getting s**t

Steadily stressin′ you knockin′ the boots yo n***a please

You's a nappy headed havin′, hoe ass rooty poot G

And any b***h can see for her damn self

Niggas that's talkin′ the most s**t ain't even buldgin′ up under them belts

Ya fake ass wanna be a pimp mother fucker!

Ya heard me right brother, this b***h here don't stutter

You no where next to the pimp you wanting to be, oh no

Getting your nut on the solo from get go was a no no!

Don't even think about steppin′ to me see!

I′m tellin' ya like it iz n***a

I know the fuckin′ recipe

Yep ya gotta, yep yep ya gotta

Ya gotta let a hoe be a hoe, hoe

(Gotta let a hoe be a hoe)

Yep ya gotta, yep yep ya gotta

Ya gotta let a hoe be a hoe, hoe

(Gotta let a hoe be a hoe)

Yep ya gotta, yep yep ya gotta

Ya gotta let a hoe be a hoe, hoe

If yous a tramp ass n***a or no good n***a you get dissed quick!

But ain't no tellin′ ya know my personalities split

I could just gank you for your s**t without a warning or f*ck it

Shoot you now and get all this s**t over with by the morning

Fuck yeah I'm feelin′ on full too s**t

Another reason ya hoe cards pulled fool

I'm down with all this s**t you poppin' hell f*ck Naw

I don′t wanna put a stoppin′ to your hoe hoppin'

′Cuz when ya' runnin′ the motha fuckin' streets

In between the sheets every week screwin′ freak after freak

Boss is straight kickin' in the do' at ya crib

With enough time to kill a 40 O.Z. that′s how I live!

Jackin′ for cash and jewelry and all that s**t

Then off to the pawn shop to get another fat ass grip

And that's exactly how it is G on the real tip, tip, tip

I know the fuckin′ recipe

Yep ya gotta, yep yep ya gotta

Ya gotta let a hoe be a hoe, hoe

(Gotta let a hoe be a hoe)

Yep ya gotta, yep yep ya gotta

Ya gotta let a hoe be a hoe, hoe

(Gotta let a hoe be a hoe)

Yep ya gotta, yep yep ya gotta

Ya gotta let a hoe be a hoe, hoe

(Gotta let a hoe be a hoe)

Yep ya gotta, yep yep ya gotta

Ya gotta let a hoe be a hoe, hoe

(Gotta let a hoe be a hoe)

And ya too cool ass niggas tickle me ain't nothin′ stranger

Than you thinkin' that yous a big d**k dangler

′Cuz nothing's goin on but this rent so I wish you would

Come with that d**k shit, f*ck you and ya' manhood

Huh! respect for a nigga, I ain′t got it see

Perverted ass rusty bastards, be all musty and s**t B

Then always wanna hug up you say, "What up?"

They ready to stick it in, I ain′t no mingler

So I'm puttin′ up my middle finger yo!

I'm through with all the bullshit

(Awww b***h eat a d**k up till ya hiccup)

Naw trick! Eat this clit up till′ ya spit up

Ya need to be givin this s**t up bet ya didn't know humpin′

Everything that wiggle and jiggle will make that d**k shrivel

Punks be wit ya on, and on, and on till' the break a dawn

Once ya pregnant its a different segment

The n***a gone with the quickness!

Only thing you'll get from the B

Is put quick on the s**t list!

So to the ladies if you′re asking

Me how I figure they just some mo

No good, p***y hungry ass

Niggas, niggas, niggas, niggas, niggas

Yep ya gotta, yep yep ya gotta

Ya gotta let a hoe be a hoe, hoe

(Gotta let a hoe be a hoe)

Yep ya gotta, yep yep ya gotta

Ya gotta let a hoe be a hoe, hoe

(Gotta let a hoe be a hoe)

Yep ya gotta, yep yep ya gotta

Ya gotta let a hoe be a hoe, hoe

(Gotta let a hoe be a hoe)

Yep ya gotta, yep yep ya gotta

Ya gotta let a hoe be a hoe, hoe

(Gotta let a hoe be a hoe)

Recipe Of A Hoe (Album Version) by Boss - Lyrics & Covers